Yesterday my husband and I were sitting on the couch, I
nursing a baby, he nursing a beer, when the toddler crammed his little behind
in the middle of us. “Give me space!” He ordered. “I need space!” Dutifully we scooted
aside to give the boss a seat. I started
to explain that if he needs space he should go sit on the empty side of the
couch and maybe not cram his butt in between two people who are clearly
comfortable - but really? Who’s listening?

With tropical travel on the horizon, I am faced with the
ultimate wardrobe edit – vacation packing. Determined not to purchase anything
new, I set out to cull through my existing warm weather clothes. But where are they? Skinny (ish) casual items are
boxed in storage loft, occasion and dry clean selections hang in AJ’s closet
and a mix of maternity and summer casual dresses (including nine several Tart
Collections frocks that aren’t actually “maternity“ and thereby viable for
vacation) are crammed against the wall in the baby’s wardrobe. I am left
wondering where anyone else in my family stores clothes. Do they even own clothes?
Are my children naked at this very moment?

It took all weekend to edit my selections. Dozens of additional
items were routed to the “donate, consign or give to Pamela” pile and I am
reminded of how this whole excess reckoning experiment began – pawing through Pinterest for creative solutions to manage my massive clothing collection. Instead, I will
soon live in a world where I can store clothes in the space available to me. Imagine that.

If you like today’s outfit, I will grant you three wishes.
Mine are for sleep, a tan and 45 minutes to get a pedicure before Saturday.